That's from a song by the Gasworks, Guest,strad, a duo from Lancashire, I believe. If memory serves, the chorus goes:

Verbalise your pre-orgasmic tension,
Whisper dirty things into my ear.
Please afford me proof of your intentions,
Say those three short words I long to hear: (drop 'em blossom) For
I'm so insecure I need your constant reassurance.
You're the only cure, so please don't tax my endurance.
And cure is so much nicer than prevention,
So verbalise your pre-orgasmic tension.

Verbalise your pre-orgasmic tension,
Whisper dirty things into my ear.
Please afford me proof of your intentions,
Say those three short words I long to hear. For
I ain't heard a dirty word since 69 BC;
Now I long to hear each little obscenity.
And cure is so much nicer than prevention,
So verbalise your pre-orgasmic tension.

(copyright by John Brown & Mike Draper - aka "Gasworks")

Sheesh - the things one commits to memory!